Healing and patience are lovers.

You sipped orange juice at the ball.

Orange juice because there’s simply nothing more divine than the tears that the orange shed as you wring the life out of him. Orange tears? Pure bliss. The theme is white and brown for purity and reliability. There’s nothing pure about drinking orange tears though and nothing about these masked dancers says “reliable”.

You dragged your eyes across the ballroom, so many dancers and so many masks yet your eyes settle on the couple at the farthest corner of the hall.
The lady is gorgeous and you’re wondering what the young man said or did to have her look at him that way; with admiration and a tenderness that can’t be feigned.

“I’ve been watching them too”

Your thoughts are disrupted by the stranger with no regard for personal space.

“Really?”

Your tone is sarcastic, half wishing she’ll get the cue and leave.
She doesn’t. Instead she’s excited to keep talking.

“Yes, they make the most interesting pair”

She smells nice so you indulge her.

“They’re dancing as though time will stop for them, how’s that interesting?”

She might as well shove your glass down your throat with the way she’s looking at you.

“You say that because you don’t know who they are”

“Who are they and why will that change what I think of them?”

“Is this your first time here?”

“Yes, but you’re digressing”

Her dilly dallying is starting to get on your nerves.

“Who are they?”

“Healing and patience”

You start to ask how that makes any sense but she’s already waltzing away.

You look back at the dancers and think; healing and patience?

You look at the other dancers. They move in perfect sync with the music, it makes you think of the word elegant. But somehow your heart wanders and sits a while with the two who caught your eyes and held it. You can tell they’re in love before you’re told. It’s there in the way her eyes hold his and in the way she smiles reassuringly whenever he misses a step. You conclude that they are lovers, high school lovers at best. The childlike innocence of a love that knows all and sees all gives them away.

Healing doesn’t or wouldn’t always make sense. On some days it’ll look like laying back in bed and shutting your eyes because the world is moving a bit too fast for you and on other days it’ll look like ticking off all the items on your to do list. On some nights you might cry yourself to sleep only to wake up in the morning and drag yourself to work because these bills won’t pay themselves. I wish I could give you a formula. I wish I could tell you that healing looks like motivational quotes and bubble baths. That it looks like self-discipline and workout routines. Healing if anything looks like a cloth sewn for just you. It’s neither “one size fits all” nor does it come in different sizes. It’s more like Shakespeare said “to each his own”. I know you’ve been taking all the intentional steps but you still feel stuck sometimes and it’s annoying. It’s okay to be annoyed. It’s only human to react a certain way when you constantly take steps in one direction and it doesn’t seem to be helping. I need you to know that healing might not always be glaring but it’s happening regardless. Honey please be patient with yourself on days when the light at the end of the tunnel is less visible, take your time to recover because just as Alessia sang, healing and patience are lovers.

Remember that there’s strength in vulnerability and have an amazing day🧡